Monday, September 29, 2008

mommy blogging

Lane started a blog. She's kind of ambivalent about it, as indicated by the subject of her email to let me know about it: "oh shit!"

So, here she is, my youngest sister, the best of the three of us, in all her glory. May God save us all.

dinner with jackie

Not only did Jackie bring me dinner (thanks, Jackie!), but we shared a bottle of Shooting Star syrah. It is now my favorite new wine, and I might have to go clear out the stock at CVS.

And Two Tone cabernet.

I've been drinking more Blue Moon than wine lately, but I may have to switch back. It's just so yummers!

Also, after reading back over my archives, it's clear that I joke about drinking heavily far too much. I drink OFTEN, not HEAVILY. There's a crucial difference in there. Somewhere.

by heart

There are very few things that are not set to song that I have memorized. However, put it to music, and I remember the words for an irritatingly long time. The few exceptions to this rule seem to be Jack Prelutsky poems. They have a meter that is almost sing-song, and they're funny enough that I easily remember most of my favorites, though I've not read them in over a decade. I was able to recite these two to my friend this morning while at Barnes & Noble, then promptly bought the book. I want Blake to get a head start on how to use poetry to charm others... because he has no other tools in that particular arsenal.

The New Kid on the Block
There's a new kid on the block,
and boy, that kid is tough.
That new kid punches hard,
that new kid plays real rough,
that new kid's big and strong,
with muscles everywhere,
that new kid tweaked my arm,
that new kid pulled my hair.

That new kid likes to fight,
and picks on all the guys,
that new kid scares me some
(that new kid's twice my size),
that new kid stomped my toes,
that new kid swiped my ball,
that new kid's really bad,
I don't care for her at all.

I am Running in a Circle
I am running in a circle
and my feet are getting sore,
and my head is
as it's never spun before,
I am
Oh! I cannot bear much more,
I am trapped in a revolving
...volving door!

Sunday, September 28, 2008

history lesson

I know of at least three, possibly four, folks who've recently read my blog from start to finish. While this is humbling (I can't believe there are people who care enough to do that - despite there being a number of you who've kept up with me all this time), it's also a little alarming.

What on earth did I write?!

So I'm going back and doing the same thing. So far, I'm through 2007 - thank goodness I didn't start blogging earlier - and there's been nothing TOO embarrassing. I do write a lot from a heart that was burdened and blue, and while that's fair, I also hope that 2008 shows a slightly sunnier disposition, with less whining.

Then I remember this is about ME, so that's unlikely. God's taught me so much, but He's also made me aware of how much more there is to learn. Sometimes that's discouraging (I like to get somewhere), but most times it's amazing that the Creator of the universe cares enough to guide my sinful heart where it needs to go.

Friday, September 26, 2008

addie crocker

To date, this is the best recipe I've found for using up old bananas (thanks Reese!). They are so tasty with a cup of coffee - I can't make them very often because, well, I EAT THEM. Tricky, that.

Banana Mocha Chocolate Chip Muffins
  • 1 egg
  • 1 egg yolk
  • 2 mashed bananas
  • 1/2 tsp vanilla
  • 1/2 cup strong brewed coffee, cool
  • 1 cup sour cream or plain yogurt
  • 2 & 1/4 cups flour
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 1/4 tsp baking soda
  • 3/4 cup sugar
  • 2 tsp baking powder
  • 1 stick cold unsalted butter, cut into chunks
  • 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
  1. Preheat oven to 375. Spray the cups and tops of a 12-cup muffin tin.
  2. Combine egg, egg yolk, bananas, vanilla, coffee, and sour cream. Whisk to blend.
  3. In large bowl, mix flour, soda, powder, salt, and sugar.
  4. Cut in butter with a pastry cutter or knives until the butter is pea-sized. Mix in chocolate chips.
  5. Make a well in center of dry ingredients and dump in the banana mix. Gently mix together, but do not overmix.
  6. Fill muffin cups (use an ice cream scoop) until batter just peeks over the top of the pan.
  7. Bake on center rack for 25-30 minutes.
  8. Let cool in pan 10 minutes, then remove.
You can also use a giant muffin tin, or a mini. I use one regular and one mini (for Blake's treats), and the only catch is that the mini-muffins are done in about 15 minutes.

Um, Blake just fell off the couch. Gotta go!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

results of wiser eating habits

I came into work this morning to a chorus of "You look skinny!"

And they all (four of them) meant it. I only started exercising again on Tuesday, BUT I THINK IT'S WORKING. I usually don't start seeing results until, um...

Oh right. I usually give up long before I see results.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

between friends

K: "Good morning... here is a little update. I'm going to the movie tonight, on a date! Holy smokes, things move fast here in the big city. I miss you, I love you, and I am overwhelmed with God's love for His children."

A: "WOW! With (identity concealed)? How do you feel about that?"

K: "I'm actually a little nervous. He is SO nice, and I'm kind of naughty. We'll see if I can't corrupt him, or maybe he can save me."

A: "Yes, let's corrupt him. You are beyond saving, in my humble opinion."

K: "Well, it's nice that you can be totally honest with me."

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

my black heart needs a bath

I'll start with a list of words I am getting irritated by these days. These words are used to tap into a consumer culture's guilt, driving up consumption and sales and are so hypocritical that I want to take a Sharpie to them each time I see them.
  • Organic
  • Green
  • Recycled
  • Sustainable
  • Eco-friendly
  • Soy-based
  • Post-consumer
  • Low-impact
  • Cruelty-free
Words/things I like:
  • Reclaimed
  • Conservation
  • Wildlife
  • Renewable
  • The color green
  • Reusable
  • Bamboo
  • Leather
I have my reasons, but they are a bit lengthy to get into here... so GUESS.
I had a bath so hot last night that I spent the first few minutes dancing in and out of the tub, convinced I'd just scalded my feet. It was very full, very langourous, and, in a tiny bathroom, stayed very cozily warm for a while. There's nothing quite like soaking in a hot tub with a candle nearby, right up until the havoc being wreaked on my blood pressure (by the hot water and inhaled steam) made me aware that I would slip into unconsciousness if I didn't get out soon.

Apparently, I'm still susceptible to damp heat for passing out. Good times. Still, I slept hard as a result, which means I'm going to have to figure out how to fit a hot tub on my back porch, which is pretty much precisely the size of a hot tub. My back door would be rendered useless, unless you were opening it to slide into the steamy warmth. My neighbors might be appalled, but I think I've established my near total disregard for them.
B, upon being given a Pop-Tart with breakfast: "Ooh! Momma, what kind of Pop-Tart is this?"
A: "Umm, blueberry. I got you blueberry this time."
B: "BLUEBERRY? Oh my GOSH! I love it. Love it, love it, love it."

Monday, September 22, 2008

love this

Made me laugh out loud. Still does whenever I read it, which means I'm probably going to end up with it on a t-shirt.

Or at least printed and taped to my computer.


We got back from Calgary not two hours ago. Whew. We left about nine hours before. Our butts are officially quite numb. I did, however, get over halfway through a "Theology of Heaven" sermon series given to me years ago by a dear friend (thanks, Christi!), and it's a great refresher course on the hope that I have in Christ. I'm SO EXCITED about Heaven, mostly because it's going to be awesome and not at all boring - so many folks get it so wrong. I'll get into it more later this week/month.

I've unpacked all but a few new pieces of jewelry (yay!), which is nothing short of a miracle. In a stroke of genius, I plunked all of Blake's new toys down in front of him, then asked him if he could find new homes for them. I pointed out a few suggestions and let him go to town. Thirty minutes later, all his toys were unpacked and PUT AWAY.

Also, he made the bit from Great Falls to Bozeman in his own urine. If he can't be bothered to stop playing in McDonald's long enough to potty like a big boy, I can't be bothered to change him out of the mess he creates. Besides, his car seat cover needed to be washed. The "Best Momma Ever" awards will roll in any time now, I'm just sure of it.

So that's all I have left: laundry. There's not too much of it, and I left the house in good order, so I feel all nice and accomplished. I'm having a beer and going to climb into the bath for a real BATH, not just a sissy shower. The shit show officially starts tomorrow as I jump back into work after a three-day absence. Funny how a twenty-one-hour work week can feel so consuming.

We had such fun in Calgary, and I'll discuss it at length later (but this week, for sure). Right now, however, a steaming tub and loofah and yummy smelling candles are calling my name. I'll hopefully wrap up with an overdue marathon call to a special Spokane someone, then fall blissfully to sleep.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

happy day

Last night's post wasn't intended to garner something like this, but I was sure tickled when they arrived!

Thanks Joy - you made my day!

Also, Hannah: wake up and have that baby, little miss. We need to meet him!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

hell yes!

Dooce posted this the other day, and I always love confirmation that WHAT I'M DOING IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.
For the last five days I did the solo parent thing while Jon visited a friend in Tennessee, and the whole experience just knocked me over, sat on top of me and then farted in my face. And it just reminded me that single parents are superheroes and should have parades in their honor every day with floats made out of roses and ice cream.
I would like my roses and ice cream now.

losing iq points

I wanted to see what all the fuss was about, so I rented High School Musical through Netflix.


Since this was self-inflicted, all I'll permit myself to say is this:

I want to hold Zac Efron down and forcibly give him a haircut.

Monday, September 15, 2008

pride goes before a ball

So, the formal ball for which I've been training and gearing up for all summer took place on Saturday. I had my wedding gown altered to avoid buying a new dress, I had my hair done so I wouldn't have to think about it, and me and a friend were tagged to be Grand Marshalls: we led the Grand March that starts the ball off.

Rehearsal was Saturday afternoon, and it was pretty fun, though there was very little down time between rehearsal and ball. Also, it was clear that the ball was going to skew pretty young. I think the average age may have been seventeen, so it felt very much like home-school prom. By the time Catherine and I got there (Sam too, but he wasn't part of this conversation), we were pooped, and the ball itself felt anticlimactic. I think Catherine's exact words were:

"I'm just so tired. Wouldn't it be nice to just go home and order a pizza, then sit on the couch in front of a movie?"

We rallied and decided to stay. Titus and I faked the Grand March pretty well, and then I curtsied my little heart out to all the dancers. I couldn't stop laughing, and I hope everyone knew that I was laughing at myself, not them.

I'm not sure why my self-portraits look like I've broken my nose in the past.

The fabulous hairstyle by Ellie, my stylist, whom I love dearly and will never cheat on, so help me God.

During what may have been the third but could have been the fourth dance, I took a step and got a solid piece of my hem underfoot, tearing a good portion of my skirt from the bodice of my gown. There was a six-inch gap just above my left hip, so I grabbed my skirt close and ditched my poor partner, running out of the circle.

The flimsy seam.

A friend saw the look of horror on my face and asked if everything was okay, to which I replied that I needed a ride home to get a needle and thread or to change into a different dress. A vested man of about forty overhead and popped out of the dance circle to hand me the sewing kit he'd stashed in his back pocket.

"Here!" he said, "maybe this will help. I popped a button off my vest earlier and figured I'd bring it along as insurance. Please, use whatever you need."

Shocked, I thanked him and hustled to the ladies room. Torn between doing a good job (taking the dress off) and doing a good enough job (leaving the dress on), I realized that, since I couldn't get the dress back on without help, and I was in a public bathroom, I'd have to be satisfied with "good enough." I sewed myself into the dress while wearing it, then looked helplessly at the needle dangling down my skirt.

I couldn't reach it to bite through the thread, and I had nothing sharp at hand to cut it. Two girls came chattering in, and I apologized profusely for having to ask them to bite through the thread sewn to my hip. Wonder of wonders, one did!

It's fuzzy, but it was an adequate field repair given the tools at hand.

I only danced two or three more times after that, however, and only the less energetic ones. I was afraid that one good footstep would bring the entire skirt down to the floor, and I wasn't mentally prepared for that kind of, ah, exposure. Thankfully, Hope (one of the organizers) grabbed me for the final dance, the Posties Jig, which is my very favorite, and I got to enjoy one final breathless fling.

There's another ball in January or February, and if I go, I'll do the following:
  • Invite/require other people my age to come. It's far more fun when peers are involved.
  • Reinforce the hell out of the seam that attaches my skirt to the bodice of the dress.
  • Shorten the skirt by a good two inches - who cares if you can see my shoes? If you see my shoes, we're both much less likely to step on my skirt, which is now much more important to me.
  • Go with an escort so that I have a higher probability of dancing. Despite the fact that I was a bit fearful of dancing and losing my skirt, only one friend asked me to dance after the rip incident. There are always fewer men than ladies, so having someone specific there with me should help. However, I think that I like Rob enough not to ask him to be that someone. Dancing isn't his thing, and I don't want to leave him in the fetal position after an evening with me... yet.

break on through to the other side


Dear Chokecherry Jam,

Where does your goodness come from?
How do you change dirt into yummy yummy flavor?

Do you sift the dirt by molecular processes,
taking an atom here and an atom there?

What a recipe you must know
for the end result is heavenly.

And from where do you get your name: Chokecherry?
Was your flavor so delightful that they choked on the
right words to call you by?

I believe I would do the same,
as all the words I could think of
could not describe your taste to a foreigner.

All I can say, is Chokecherry,
thank you for being made into jam.

Ode to Aubyn

Shall I compare you to a summer's day?
You are more lovely and more entertaining.

You are clever and witty,
making me smile even if I don't want to.

Of you my son is fond, and we both enjoy your visits.
I, to ply you with sugary gelled toast toppings,
he, to ply you with shoot 'em up games and sweet kisses.

When conversation is peppered with laughter and tears,
I know a kindred spirit has been found.

How fortunate we are to be friends, even as we're family,
and you should come to Bozeman for Thanksgiving with us.

Like Chuck Norris, you can divide by zero,
and we eat bruschetta like it is stew.

Won't you come visit us soon?
We have so much to catch up on.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

editorial freedom

I'm editing Issue 12 of the BPL magazine right now. Seems like I plan my trips to visit in-laws on days that conflict with major deadlines, which is so fun, as I scramble to prep everything before I leave.

Sometimes I get great articles that require little to no actual copy-editing (though proof-reading is another matter), and other times, I wonder who gave an author permission to set pen to paper - or fingers to keyboard, as the case may be. Of course, any more, the permissive one was ME.

I keep a copy of The Chicago Manual of Style handy for these times. It's a thick reference book with all the information an editor (or writer) may ever need, and in it, I found this liberating quote from Charles Allen Lloyd from 1938:
Next to the groundless notion that it is incorrect to end an English sentence with a preposition, perhaps the most wide-spread of the many false beliefs about the use of our language is the equally groundless notion that it is incorrect to begin one with 'but' or 'and.' As in the case of the superstition about the prepositional ending, no textbook supports it, but apparently about half of our teachers of English go out of their way to handicap their pupils by inculcating it. One cannot help wondering whether those who teach such a monstrous doctrine ever read any English themselves.
YES! Trust me, this is a big deal. For me (and maybe Janelle?). For you? Probably not so much.

Friday, September 12, 2008

loving right now

Taking a page from Reese, here's a list of things I'm loving right now:

1. Ghost Brothers: Reach - Rob gave me this CD that's pretty much AWESOME, and while it won't make me stop listening to country, it's been on repeat since this morning. My favorite lines:
Trying to figure out what to say
to make her come away with me again
I say "Hey you, hello
You're really really beautiful
We can discover who we are
I'll take you every where I go
as long as you're always sitting in the front seat of my car."
These are the only words I have so far
and that's okay... she'll come anyway
2. This conversation, had last week in the early morning:

B: (as I lay down on his bed) "What's that smell?"
A: "Oh, my retainer gives me bad breath, and I haven't brushed my teeth yet. I'm sorry."
B: "Oh... well I just going to put this book right here (over my entire face) so I don't have to smell your breath."
A: (slightly muffled) "Thanks a lot."

3. Finding a fresh coconut at the store today!

4. Creating a new Arrested Development devotee and becoming an xkcd devotee.

5. Being almost done altering my gown for the ball tomorrow... just one more hem and adjusting the straps.

6. The quieting and encouraging effect of my devotional time today. God is so good!

7. Rediscovering my love of the whimsical and flowery language of L.M. Montgomery. Makes me wish I were less practical and more imaginative.

8. Knowing how to code html just enough to be better than dangerous (though not really THAT useful).

9. Three planned visits to Spokane.

10. Realizing that I'm not as crazy as I feared, and that a well-timed curse word doesn't negate my status as a God-fearing woman... but I'm afraid I blew past lady-like ages ago.


Way to go Molly! You convened the procedure!

I'll explain that, um, later.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

just for you, kna

"See how I have your blog listed? (cynical addie) I check it kind of a lot, and then I get mad at you if you haven't posted in a long time."

See below. So THERE.

And I had fun with you tonight... thanks for hanging out!


Old pic of me and Lanerdoo at a family friend's wedding reception. We're finally starting to look related!

This is what passes for a fort when your couch has cushions that cannot be removed.

Sorry, Mom - Blake's face was too funny.


I left my camera in the car with Molly...

and Liz...

two of my favorite people. Love you girls!

Lane looks, dare I say, relieved? Maddox is five feet away, having his airways suctioned.

Listening to him cry. Lane had been up since 1:00 am that morning (Bing too), so they were SPENT.

First lovin', despite the wide opening hollering mouth.

Bing was a proud Daddy, and my father was a close second.

Aubyn and Gail stopped by to meet the newest addition.

Grammie loves each one best as they arrive, I think.

Maddox is a blondie! I think Blake took this picture: the ones immediately before and after it were wildly erratic shots of my crotch and the top of my head, so it's a safe bet that it was either little Blake or a drunk dwarf manning the camera.

The Perrine family, over to celebrate my dad's birthday. Bing's a natural, holding Maddox just like a football.

Mason (l) and Smith (r), heading for the camera, showing off their enormous peepers.

He looks a lot like little Blake did as a baby... red and scrunchy.

Molly and JR thought of me on their honeymoon. I'm so lucky to have those guys!

Sunday, September 7, 2008


I've gotten to be part of two very different, very exciting, very fun weddings in the last month plus.

The first was Lane's and Bing's on July 27th. It was held at my folks' place in the side yard, on what surely must have been the hottest day of the year... but I'm getting ahead of myself.

The "rehearsal" dinner was the night before at bin119 in Billings (where both Lane & Bing work). We got to meet Bing's family and enjoy a great meal, and Bing's dad, Barney, had brought his guitar and some sound equipment out from Oregon in order to provide live music on the patio after dinner! Bing even joined him in a great rendition of "Knocking on Heaven's Door." We talked, laughed, danced, smoked cigars, and went through A LOT of wine.

The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear, and the Myers house was bustling with dinner prep, table layout, chair arrangement and rearrangement, decoration placement, etc. All the guests (twenty of us) got settled, and Lane came down the aisle. A good family friend married them, and they had written their own vows.

Now, I honestly wasn't sure what this wedding would be like. I've never attended the nuptials of someone so obviously pregnant. Would it feel like a shot-gun affair? Would I cry? Well, Lane and Bing have put in a lot of work and made a great number of sacrifices, and as they wept, speaking their vows of love and commitment to one another, all of us wept along with them. It was one of the most meaningfully beautiful weddings I've ever attended, and their love was tangible and tender.

Afterward, we broke to the back yard for dinner, all made in-house (I believe). There was even MORE conversation, wine, laughter, and cigars. Lane married into one of the kindest families I've ever met - everyone was lovely. Bing married into, um, one of the most fertile. Maddox was born Friday the 5th, and he's dear.
I got into town for Molly's wedding and was whisked off to her future in-laws' home for dinner. I got to meet just about all of the immediate family and promptly fell in love with most of them (jury's still out on Jared, JR's brother). I also met, but did not really interact with, Rob.

On Friday, Mom and Dad graciously helped me host a BBQ in honor of JR & Molly, with the intent of getting to know one another better before a whirlwind weekend. After everyone was fed, Carrie (JR's sister) wisely encouraged us all to circle up and share stories about the bride and groom. It made a fun night grow to be meaningful and God-centered as well, and we wrapped up with Dad giving most of the guys a tour of the coolest engineering parts of the house, all while smoking cigars, natch.

The rehearsal and dinner were a blur of activity, and JR was obviously getting more and more energized by, well, everything! I enjoyed an "I Do" brew, made in honor of the happy couple by the groom's uncle, and Rob and I had our first real conversation (funny and serious and long).

All the ladies got ready at Molly's place, which was fun and loud and crowded. I don't know that I've seen such a beautiful wedding party before (and I'm not trying to be immodest - everyone looked hot!). Molly's dress was amazing, and it was so fun to see her all dolled up like a girl. During the wedding, JR fiddled endlessly with her hands, he was so excited. Their vows were beautiful, as was their chosen verse: Psalm 40:3 - He put a new song in my mouth.

Blake and my folks were there, and Blake was a champ, not making a peep in the wedding itself. During the reception, he was transfixed by the bright blue Audi cake (modeled after JR's beloved car), and when I wouldn't let him taste it, he tried very hard to get me to allow him to smell it. Molly and JR joined the band briefly for a song (Molly plays the tambourine, apparently!), large quantities of sushi and great beer were consumed, and Rob held my hand and danced with me. I'm not sure how much the newlyweds sat down, but they sure looked like they were having a great time!

I fell in love with JR's entire family, and I've enjoyed keeping up with them since. I've never laughed quite so hard, quite so often, and been teased quite so mercilessly (and lovingly). It was okay, I GUESS.
Lane & Bing, Molly & JR: congratulations so very much! Thank you for letting me be a part of your amazing days... I'm so privileged to count you as my family and friends.


  • Free nights and weekends.
  • Grace for my clumsy words.
  • Bringing lots of others guests down with me during the Routson/Friesen wedding toast.
  • Wrestling with twin nephews before bedtime.
  • Googling my name and finally seeing results that aren't exclusively about the avalanche and my widowhood.
  • Having friends confuse my blog with "Addie's blog" when searching, which gets you to a fetish artist.
  • This face:


  • There's no such thing as a "comfortable silence" when on the phone.
  • Talking, THEN thinking.
  • Owning nine pieces of furniture I can't really move by myself, so I can never rearrange.
  • Facebook applications & invitations that I don't understand.
  • Crying during the Routson/Friesen wedding toast.
  • All the fear that comes with being a widow.
  • Being able to read a book while having my legs waxed, but feeling the small, sharp pain of a mosquito biting me.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

another baby boy

Maddox Burchfield Perrine arrived last night at 8:25. He weighs 8.0 lbs, is 20.5 inches long, and looks just like his daddy.

Lane had a long, hard labor, but once she got an epidural, things evened out for her (I got there just afterwards, which sounds like it was perfect timing!). She may have told the anesthesiologist that she loved him. He did such a good job that Lane would toot, not feel it, then give Bing a dirty look and say "Excuse you!" because she could still hear them.

She worked hard and delivered that boy after only about twenty to thirty minutes of pushing, Bing cut the umbilical cord, and they whisked Maddox aside to suction his nasal passages and mouth really well (he had passed meconium - pooped - in the birth canal, which can be really problematic if he inhaled any).

Once he was cleared and wiped down, Lane and Bing got to hold their beautiful little boy. Watching my sister through the struggle of labor and delivery was an amazing privilege. I was overcome with gratitude and emotion that I got to be there, proud of her strength, and filled with joy and love for her and Bing. Her eyes flooded with tears at hearing the cries of her son, and Bing looked relieved for both her and himself.

Pictures to follow when I'm back in Bozeman - I don't have the cable I need to transfer them from my camera to my folks' computer. The Perrines will probably be home late this afternoon, and I'm headed there now to both hug and kiss everyone and collect Blake from Auntie Gail (they and Uncle Todd had a slumber party last night). What a weekend this has turned out to be!

My heart is full to overflowing.

Friday, September 5, 2008


Ok, now calm down everyone! Here.

I'm not sure how old this one is, but it's what he offered up when asked for a pic.

Rob and his sisters Rachel and Bethany. This picture might disappear if either of the two girls object - I haven't heard back from my very recent request to use it on my blog. They might be more private than I've discovered I am. :)

The only photographic evidence I have yet that Rob and I were ever in the same room. I'm apparently laughing big enough to swallow my own face.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

my bombshell

There's so much I want to talk about: Molly's & JR's wedding, my almost-here nephew, and a bunch of old business I haven't touched on yet.

HOWEVER, something rather pressing has come up, and I wanted to notify as many folks as possible without having to call each and every one of you that's not on Facebook.

I'm seeing someone. I met him at during the Routson/Friesen wedding weekend, we had amazingly intentional conversations, and I'm stunned and delighted by the speed with which everything happened.

His name is Rob, he lives in Spokane, and he loves the Lord. He seems to be somewhat fond of me.

That's all you get! I'm not about to permit over-exposure to ruin something promising.

I know that it will be very hard for lots of you that I'm in a relationship with someone you don't know, and I know that you're wildly curious. I also know that folks are so protective because they love me so very much, and I look forward to the time that introductions can be made. Until then, I plan to enjoy this (a lot) and to do so rather privately.

My phone has only just cooled off from the first flurry of calls and texts. If you must ask... go ahead and email me. I might even answer!

Tuesday, September 2, 2008


  • How protective everyone is of me.
  • A fabulous weekend with great friends and so much fun it hurts.
  • Intentional and excellent conversations.


  • How protective everyone is of me.
  • Discovering (a little late) that I am a somewhat private person.
  • Too little sleep.